Vyxxer

Outside in a rainstorm, my favorite place to be. Here i see a murky gray sky like a blanket across the horizon, my surrounding flooded as if the sea has fallen from above, and the lighting flaring like the proud sun. I can hear the raindrops beat blissfully to beat, while the thunder bears is wonderful voice, and my breathing bleeding into laughter along in the song. My joy overflowing more so then the streets surrounding, and this cold air as it grips my skin evermore brings with it wonderful warmth. All while I enjoy this personal symphony I call a rainstorm.  

My mind is like a river. Branching every which-way. Continuously flowing from topic to topic. Never controlled and its source I cant find. My rivers that are already tracked form into ponds of habits. The best of my rivers converge into a lake. My worst, into a dam at the back of my head. Behind it, lies a polluted lake. Toxicated with, anger, hate and insanity. Relentlessly beating the dam, thriving to get out. Always leaking out some how. The Drought, brought be sadness and exhaustion, threatens my rivers. My rivers currents flow with the storm of inspiration. No, My river are the storm, the raging storm. Never slowing never s